more Hellhounds, about or spoken by Ronny

[rowens]

 
 
         If My Real Boyfriend Came Back There Would Be Trouble In A Heartbeat
 
 
Ronny got sick in the eyes of the public;
his public image was smeared from oblivion
to mild infamy in a mere week.
and—
 
as Ronny sat down on his death,
creatures from the very bottom of the bottom
elbowed room into his niece's living-room:
"That's Ronny," she said
 
when the shadow from a tree outside
cast a dim erection on the coversheets
of her new couch
where her ex-boyfriend nearly impregnated her so many, many years ago.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                       Welfare Program
 
 
Thrice have I been dipped in the tomb of Adonis,
held by athletes and masterminds of charity.
But for what have I lasted this past century
if a flaming crash can sap me of my promise?
 
Damned if I'm going to rent my end as a chalice
for fleeting liberal jokes of posterity,
masked but not tightly as lasting sincerity:
ignored like a feral boy set up in a palace,
 
instead, from a height, I piss on prosperity;
decline future rape as Erotic parody.
Although I don't want to be left alone out there,
 
where the demons are dry-runs and the monsters dull,
the tame trash treasury that metes out my dole
assures to patronize my Art another year.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                  Straight Prose
 
I live with my parents.
I can't get a girlfriend.
Almost everything in the world bores me.
I can hardly concentrate on anything.
Going to doctors and having to take
    medication makes me feel pathetic.
The only things that make me feel good
    are illegal or bad for my health.
 
Everything I love is so simple:
criticism and debunkment
is the easiest thing in the world
and fashionable,
even to be crazy is fashionable
as long as you aren't crazy about anything particular.
 
Whores are insulted by coupons;
libraries won't take rare, expensive
    donations;
Napoleon or Jesus Christ brought
low by love is too passé
to take seriously:
 
Nobody great would be in love so much.
—I can't look up to anyone that
doesn't make me feel bad by example.
 
My wet dreams drown women I've never met
in an accidental gaze, and I'm guilty
for that.
I'm guilty above and beyond the sustaining greatness of my heart:
—The same old crimes are more exciting and less passé
than that.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                 All Souls' Day
 
The night shadows down around
the room,
various liquids, mixed sea salt nuts,
a volume of Robert Frost checked out
every winter in case it snows;
apples against dehydration or constipation,
 
with pencils in hand, it's like he
forgets he has an eraser,
goes on down
the spiral notepad,
trying, at least,
to speak to spirits Yeats never dreamed of:
 
And Rainer Maria Rilke and Gabriel Garcia Marquez
along with Federico Fellini and
Ingmar Bergman walk hand in hand
in a line across the countryside horizon,
each with his own words that no one can understand;
—Ronny opens up a religious pamphlet someone gave him weeks ago.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                              Super Extension
 
 
"This is not poetry this is Alka Seltzer Plus,"
and hands the poor child back
to his madre.
—"And they say women are more emotional,
more irrational;
it seems to me they'd be more intelligent
 
than men if they weren't so
emotional."
So against his better judgment,
Ronny, with a sigh like a German paragraph,
sent along some words to the smart stranger
he met today.
 
By two that next morning, frozen
to sleep in a nervous exhaustion,
the phone rang not once, and then no more,
and woke him up
long enough to feel ignored,
and regretful for what tomorrow brings.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

[Lizzie]

I'm such a bleeding heart  

Are you looking for crit, or just leaving it here?

[Achebe]

I'm such a bleeding heart  

Are you looking for crit, or just leaving it here?

"Hellhounds" is rowen's Dr Strong's Dictionary.
I was looking forward to where the 'Ronny got cancer of the asshole' piece fit into this, rowens.
Loving it so far.

[Lizzie]

I'm such a bleeding heart  

Are you looking for crit, or just leaving it here?

"Hellhounds" is rowen's Dr Strong's Dictionary.
I was looking forward to where the 'Ronny got cancer of the asshole' piece fit into this, rowens.
Loving it so far.

I'm aware that it's autobiographical, Achebe.

And don't be a jerk. This isn't the arse.

[rowens]

Everything is autobiographical whether it's about the writer or not. And criticism is something I'm going to get whether I want it or not. Even silence is a form of criticism, and not necessarily a negative form. I'm not Ronny, Ronny is who I'd be if I knew how to write poetry. Though I can't say that we don't see the world in the same way. The first one of these is called Nightmare Song, posted elsewhere, or the end of that poem is called that. Though they could be read in any sequence.

[Achebe]

I'm such a bleeding heart  

Are you looking for crit, or just leaving it here?

"Hellhounds" is rowen's Dr Strong's Dictionary.
I was looking forward to where the 'Ronny got cancer of the asshole' piece fit into this, rowens.
Loving it so far.

I'm aware that it's autobiographical, Achebe.

And don't be a jerk. This isn't the arse.

no
Dr Strong is a character in David Copperfield.
The cancer poem is genuine, as rowens mentioned. Excuse the font

[Lizzie]

In my defense, when I googled Dr. Strong's dictionary (because I'm obviously an illiterate), this is what came up: http://medical-dictionary.thefreediction...Dr.+Strong

[rowens]

Don't worry. I've never cared much for Dickens either. Other than those parts about making the Statue of Liberty disappear I can't remember much about that book.

[Achebe]

Don't worry. I've never cared much for Dickens either. Other than those parts about making the Statue of Liberty disappear I can't remember much about that book.

Come on. The David Copperfield was just bait and you fell for it. Now I snigger from the shore.

---

But really good stuff, rowens

[Lizzie]

Don't worry. I've never cared much for Dickens either. Other than those parts about making the Statue of Liberty disappear I can't remember much about that book.

I'm sure I would care for Dickens if I ever read him, but I was only encouraged to read the Bible growing up
I've spent my adult life frantically trying to catch up, so you'll all have to forgive me if I don't get a reference or two (or twelve).

[rowens]

Allusion might be one of the main reasons more people don't read poetry. They feel they have to read everything in the world before they can understand one poem.

[Lizzie]

Allusion might be one of the main reasons more people don't read poetry. They feel they have to read everything in the world before they can understand one poem.

Yes. I feel this. Whether it should be that way, I couldn't say.

I'm educated, just in all the wrong things. I was a double major in uni (psychology and religion & theology) with a minor in social work. Then I pursued my master's in counseling psychology. I got through two years, then hit a major depressive episode and dropped out. My glorious brain is always fucking up my shit.

Anyway, that all to say, that most of my friends majored in the arts or in literature or something else interesting. I've wasted my life getting degrees that I can't use because my brain has cooties.

I hope that I satisfactorily hijacked your thread for my ill-planned overshare

[rowens]

Majoring in art tends to have horrendous side effects.

[Lizzie]

Majoring in art tends to have horrendous side effects.

So say my friends. The art major is no longer painting anything at all out of protest, the drama major became a Mountie, the music major gave up the clarinet forever when she didn't get into the program she wanted.

But, we had fun together being ridiculous weirdos

[rowens]

I simply didn't go to school. I knew it wasn't worth it.

[Lizzie]

I simply didn't go to school. I knew it wasn't worth it.

My student debt scowls in your general direction

[Achebe]

Allusion might be one of the main reasons more people don't read poetry. They feel they have to read everything in the world before they can understand one poem.

Yes. I feel this. Whether it should be that way, I couldn't say.

I'm educated, just in all the wrong things. I was a double major in uni (psychology and religion & theology) with a minor in social work. Then I pursued my master's in counseling psychology. I got through two years, then hit a major depressive episode and dropped out. My glorious brain is always fucking up my shit.

Anyway, that all to say, that most of my friends majored in the arts or in literature or something else interesting. I've wasted my life getting degrees that I can't use because my brain has cooties.

I hope that I satisfactorily hijacked your thread for my ill-planned overshare

But...what's majoring in literature got to do with being well read? Most lit majors are narrowly educated. They'd have read Shakespeare but not Dante in the original. Or Dante but not Li Po. Or Li Po but not Kalidasa. Paradise Lost but not the Illiad. The Illiad but not the Edda. 
And very few of them will have solved a differential equation.
Ultimately, what you study is irrelevant.

[rowens]

I just knew I never wanted to get a job, but I've never been lazy enough to be a real bum.

[Achebe]

I hope that I satisfactorily hijacked your thread for my ill-planned overshare

You know, now I feel like I've known you all my life.
#identitytheft

[Lizzie]

I hope that I satisfactorily hijacked your thread for my ill-planned overshare

You know, now I feel like I've known you all my life.
#identitytheft

You too? Which part?